From the recording Old Shanty Town
I often think of the farm and that old house where I grew up in South Carolina. My mother lived alone there after my father passed.
It's only a shanty in old shanty town; the roof is so slanty it touches the ground;
A tumbled down shack by an old railroad track; memories of childhood are calling me back.
I'd give up a palace if I were a king; it's more than a palace, it's my everything;
There's a queen waiting there with a silvery crown; in a shanty in old shanty town.